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Keith
Selecting the men had been simple, particularly in a place like this - it wasn't hard to find six men willing to participate in a gangbang with a boy that looked like Matsuka, with his cute face, his lithe body. The selection process had seemed somewhat arbitrary, simplistic, he hadn't seemed to put much thought into it, but each man was selected for a reason. Not one of them was more attractive than Keith himself though still pleasant enough to look at for the duration of the exercise, nor larger in build. In regards to personality, he'd selected a group primarily confident and firm, perhaps forceful, with only one chosen for his particular aggressive roughness, ensuring that Matsuka would be pushed to his limits and perhaps humiliated a little without any real danger of actual damage or injury. He still couldn't put his finger on exactly why he chose to do this sort of thing, put Matsuka in this sort of situation and watched it, selected the men himself, guided them in how to take turns at him, over and over without a break, to come inside him, or over his back, across his face, leaving marks on him. It would have been simple enough to screen the men or allow Matsuka to choose for himself and then let things go as necessary, if it were simply to advance up the ranks in this place. Still, he chose to watch. And when he was satisfied, and the men were satisfied, and Matsuka looked spent, used up on the floor in the main room of their apartment, Keith sitting with his legs crossed, his chin resting in his hand, elbow on the armrest of the chair, still dressed in his full uniform and boots, he dismissed them. All he could feel aside from the physical response to watching what amounted to live-performed pornography was a sort of building tension under his diaphragm, a sort of heat in his face - anger was something he was familiar with, but this was different. The same heat and burning, but with a sort of twist of pain. The pain of loss. It was a heady sensation, something different and dangerous, fascinating with how disgusting it was, bordering on kinky. Pale eyes kept scanning over Matsuka's body as the boy shifted on the sheet laid out on the floor, his body a filthy mess. "Are you satisfied?"

Matsuka
Satisfied. That would imply he had wanted any of this, or hat he had needed it. Craved it. He hadn't. When Keith had first asked him, no, ordered him to get on his hands and knees in front of six men he had done it. But not for himself. He had done it for Keith, and Keith alone. The pleasure of those men had not been his goal, merely a means to an end. He was good at doing what had to be done in order to protect his own interests, and in this case it was sucking and fucking and taking six cocks inside of him without a word of complaint. They had been rough. At first Matsuka had thought his insides might rip, when the most aggressive man just barely fit the head of his short but very fat cock into the tight ring of his hole and pounded into him without mercy. His come had been hot and viscous and had stung. The second man had been less abrasive but much more animal in his movements, shoving Matsuka down onto the floor and rutting into his ass like a wild dog. The third, fourth and fifth were a blur. The sixth he remembered, because after he had fucked him he had spread him open so wide that the other men were able to jerk off- and then aim and shoot directly inside of him like he was simply a vessel for holding sperm. Passed around from man to man he lost all concept of time, and didn't have the faintest idea how much come he had swallowed or shot inside of him. His entire body was coated in sweat and bodily fluids, some of it his own- most of it theirs. He had come. It was impossible not to, and no matter how hard he tried to rein in his voice or hold onto some semblance of dignity he couldn't control the sounds that escaped his throat or the throbbing of his belly when one of those cocks hit him right in that spot that made him shudder and wheeze. The entire time he was aware of Keith watching him, directing them. Towards the end he had stopped seeing them and had just seen Keith. The hands on him were Keith's hand, the organs stretching out his ass belonged to Keith too. He was the one who moved and commanded him. Matsuka knew in his heart that wasn't the truth, but it made it easier to keep himself from crying- from passing out and disappointing him. Shivering on the soaked sheet in the aftermath he felt too tired, too used to do anything but look up at the other man. He only had enough sense left in him to wonder one thing. Are you satisfied?

Keith
The sort of discomfort rose inside him like a tide of bile as Matsuka shifted on the sheet, shivering and shaking like the weak monster he was, looking up at him with eyes wide and luminous and holding the threatening promise of something other than himself. Mu. He certainly should've been pleased to see a worthless and vile Mu put in this situation, used as was appropriate for a creature like that before being disposed of, but Matsuka had been with him for some time. The boy had made himself worthwhile enough. There was some shred of something else underneath the knowledge of these facts that heightened the intensity of the situation. He was very hard, and at the same time somewhere inside he felt hurt and angry, a fragility up against the heat of arousal that had him morbidly fascinated at what state he could be debased to. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and pressed his mouth against his hands, eyes skimming over Matsuka's face, "Answer me. Did you enjoy yourself?"

Matsuka
Matsuka often knew what Keith wanted to hear. He wasn't a particularly bright or intuitive boy, but he had known the man for some time now and Keith usually made his dissatisfaction memorable. There were always moments that he was at a loss though, where looking up into Keith's face and those pale green eyes told him absolutely nothing and he was at the mercy of his own wit. It didn't help that his body ached all over, and that no matter how hard he gulped in air his lungs screamed for more. He heard a roaring in his ears and knew since he couldn't hear anyone's thoughts in this place that it must be his own blood, pumped erratically into his veins by his wildly beating heart. He moved against sheet and he became aware of how swollen and bloated his belly felt and must look. He didn't know if he had swallowed more cum than had been injected into him, but it was all he could taste or smell. His throat was raw and he had to use the saliva collecting in his mouth to wet it so he could speak, and when he did it was barely above a pathetic whisper. "I don't know."

Keith
His fingers were shaking slightly, and he clenched them together, forming them into one fist, the thumbs pressed against his lower lip while he watched Matsuka flounder on the sheet, his belly swollen, his hole pink with abuse, his throat obviously raw. The sight of it made him sick in ways he didn't entirely comprehend, his gut clenching and something tensing in his chest. When Matsuka answered, he couldn't help but release a short noise of annoyance, sliding off the chair and standing over the boy. He extended his foot, pushing the sole of his boot against Matsuka's shoulder and rolling him over onto his side so he could get a better look at him, at the state of him, so he could see his cock and the curve of his swollen belly. Crouching down, he extended a hand, pressed against it with one corner of his mouth slightly quirked up. A slight change in expression, eyes still empty and hard. "But I'm sure some of this is yours." he said, voice low and firm, his fingers sliding through the mess on Matsuka's belly and closing around his cock, tugging at it lightly, "I suppose that is the kind of thing a monster would enjoy."

Matsuka
He was powerless to do anything but move when Keith moved him. Whimper when Keith pressed down on his belly, which felt too full and sticky. Shudder when Keith dragged his hard fingers down to his weeping cock, which was too exhausted to rise even with Keith's grip. He was right. The slick of white fluid coating his torso was mostly his. Matsuka's thick lashes concealed his eyes for a moment before opening again to look up at the man with some lucidity for the first time in hours. His brow furrowed, raw lips tugging into a trembling pout. Could he argue? He wanted to. He opened his mouth to deny it, but what did words matter when he had let six men fuck him and had in fact orgasmed so many times he couldn't count. When both his mouth and hole had been used one after the other, often at the same time Matsuka himself had wondered if it was another skill of the Mu to come even when they were suffocating on cock and repeatedly bred like some kind of animal. Not for the first time that night he felt hot tears welling in his eyes, out of frustration and shame and some feeling he was too emotionally and physically compromised to want to admit. "N-no... " then after a moment's pause, his spine too weak to support the strength of that argument "Maybe..."

Keith
He'd seen it, Matsuka's body shuddering time after time with orgasm, seen the little creature come repeatedly under the touches of those men, but now his cock wouldn't even stir when Keith touched it, fondled, teased a thumb over the underside of the head. His disgust was only rising up in response to this. He let go of it, leaning back a little and regarding Matsuka from under the fall of hair in his eyes, looking down on him with a sort of blank expression while the boy teared up and his face crumpled. Keith was used to that look, should have felt somewhat soothed by the familiarity of Matsuka's will crumbling under the slightest prodding, but he still felt dissatisfied. Sighing, he reached down to take hold of Matsuka's skinny arm and haul the boy to his feet and start toward the bathroom, "You're disgusting."

Matsuka
He agreed with that, and was honestly surprised that Keith had touched him at all. Matsuka felt disgusting and knew that he must look it as well. When he was hauled to his feet he could feel the sweat and semen sliding off his skin to puddle on the floor. Even worse was the sensation of the heavy weight in his belly shifting, threatening to spill out of him with movement. Matsuka could barely stand as it was, his knees were weak and the length of his slender legs only aided him in tripping over himself. More than anything he didn't want to release the mess inside him in Keith's presence, and his face burned with the effort of holding it in. It was both degrading and painful to clench his sore hole and attempt to waddle to the bathroom with the other man.

Keith
Keith dragged the stumbling boy into the bathroom, gave him a nudge toward the shower. "Get in." It was a simple command, but one that he suspected would be difficult for the boy to follow. Ignoring it altogether, he shifted, undoing the front of his uniform and sliding it off his shoulders, carefully folding it and draping it over an empty towel rack, eyes flicking over to Matsuka. It was no use expecting the boy to do it for him now - he was practically useless.

Matsuka
Raising his leg presented an embarrassing difficulty. He was pretty sure he could step into the shower with some effort, but controlling the abused opening between his thighs was another story. The ring of muscle was exhausted and weak, stretched too far for too long and then battered until it was so swollen and pink it resembling the opening of a vagina far more than an asshole. He felt a flare of annoyance and burning shame as he felt Keith watching him. Waiting for him to do what he probably knew Matsuka couldn't do, at least not without humiliating himself in Keith's eyes and disgusting him further. Swallowing hard he stared down at the porcelain tub with some spite, fingers clenching into fists. It didn't help he was already dizzy from standing, and slightly nauseous from the strain of holding his belly in check by breathing too shallowly.

Keith
Keith removed his boots, putting them just outside the bathroom door, eyes still locked on Matsuka, followed the boots with his trousers and folding them up on the towel rack as well. Next, his undershirt and the tank top went, and then his underwear, leaving him naked, as he watched Matsuka. He might have felt ashamed of how hard he was, his erection stiff enough to lie almost against his belly, if Matsuka hadn't been so pathetic and disgusting in his own right. His lips pressed together in irritation as Matsuka stopped shy of the tub, staring at it like it was a foreign concept, being obstinate. After watching what he just had, Keith had no desire for any response from Matsuka aside from what he directly asked for. He wanted obedience from him, to claim him back. He stepped forward, reached out again and took Matsuka by both upper arms, lifting him over the lip of the tub physically, and giving him a little push. He knew the inertia would likely push the boy off-balance and against the far wall of the tub area, but he didn't care for the moment, though he was ready to catch him by the arm again if necessary to keep him from slamming down into the faucet.

Matuska
Matsuka had been mentally preparing to approach the tub, he really had. With a little mental and physical preparation (a hand shoved between his legs) he had been pretty sure he could make it. He shouldn't have been surprised when Keith grew impatient, but the arms grasping him on either side elicited a high-pitched yelp from him- and then another as the push sent him sprawling into the tiled wall. He just barely managed to catch himself and avoid crushing his nose against the porcelain, trembling in relief even as a drip of accusatory cum escaped from his hole and trickled down the back of his thigh. Hands braced against the wall he whipped his head around to flash an angry glare at Keith, only to find himself looking at the other man both naked and erect. Even as his insides churned and his cheeks burned hot with shame and anger, his body betrayed him- a swift kick of desire striking him in his belly. Keith's body was perfect, and his cock was far more attractive than any of the men who had fucked him- better than all six combined. He looked away, his brow damp and lips pursed, cursing his slutty monster's body for wanting him so badly it hurt.